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How did he take it,

Traitor, Indian lover,

You will never have to deal with your uncle again.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Now I can't shake her.

(THUNDER CRACKS)

or the boy you would enter... to my mother,

Our Salem chokes on refugees

I know who you are, John Alden.

From blood to bough,

working for Salem.

Arrest him now.

Surely we want a new world, not a dead one.

how can such things be?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

This land is my land.

(DUCK QUACKING)

You were right about one thing, my husband.

♪ Witch drums ♪

What no one's ever done for me...

I swear I haven't changed.

Do no more of your foul magic here!

even giving up the boy.

or washed up in the harbor.

Get out before I change my mind.

and there was no nest to hide me, so I built one.

- (SNAKE HISSES) - After all, getting what we want

Because you chose to leave Salem

Well, it took me a while, but I figured it out.

come now, make her death a lie.

That overreaching thing,

Do you hate me so?

All good gardeners know

You use this finger well.

But the father of lies betrayed us all.